The masses brought their worship,
in floods of weeping wails,
the decayed would feed upon them,
in a frenzied, satanic assail.
The crimson tide would wash away,
any remnants left behind,
so come the next full moon,
the crowds would swoon,
to be the next blood sacrifice.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
